Not the Marrying Kind — Cynthia Starr

Alice is determined that when she marries, it will be for love, which, given her circumstances, probably means she will never marry. When she's asked to do a story about a group of would-be brides heading to eager bachelors in the wilds of 1880s Colorado, she jumps at the chance to further her writing career. She, of course, is not looking for a husband. But that's before she meets Jeb Turner, a handsome rogue cowboy with eyes that devour her and kisses that melt her bones.

Excerpt:
Jeb gestures at the dance hall. “Like those other gals in there, you probably just need a good kissing.”

“You wouldn't dare!” Alice gasps.

Jeb didn't know what devil drove him. The next instant, he has Alice in his arms, tasting lips maddeningly soft and sweet.

The shock of Jeb's hard mouth on hers rockets through Alice. Finally she recovers enough to push him away.

“You… you untutored… brute!”

Yet, later, as other men flock around her, she's only aware of Jeb watching her from beyond the open door. Her body heats.